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suicide poem

is there anybody there
it was the autumn of the year
i walk down the garden paths
when i looked into your eyes
i love my hour of wind and light
among the mountains i wandered
now while my lips are living
i said
she limps with halting painful pace
when the hours of day are numbered
when the wind works against us in the dark
the stars fell from heaven

 



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